Traveling
is a fool’s paradise
Can Belonging Save Us from
Ourselves?
Traveling is a fool’s paradise.
Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of place:
an affect to be intoxicated with the new sights and sounds,
but I am not -
For the hole within me goes with me wherever
I go.
– from Self
Reliance by Henry D. Thoreau
Council for the Town of Canmore passed a motion
to restrict overnight camping in vehicles on public land on May 7
In the June 10 edition of the National Post there
was an interesting article on people living in their camping vehicles on public
land all summer long.
Living in any number of Western Canada’s mountain towns has its
advantages — namely, access to adventure — but it includes a list of
challenges, including finding a place to live that’s affordable. And so, when
rental rates start to climb, purchasing outright is out of reach and vacancy
rates slide towards nil, some people are living out of their vehicles, parking
on municipal and Crown land in order to live the dream without going broke
while doing it. It’s leading, in some places, to standoffs between those who
say they’ve chosen to live in their vans or live there out of necessity, and
municipal councils that are trying to be receptive to public complaints over
the van lifers. https://nationalpost.com/news/vanmore-mountain-towns-van-livers-co-exist-in-a-delicate-balance
This article got me thinking
about two issues: housing affordability and the whole idea of not being rooted
to place – what it is to live with no sense of home? of not belonging? of not
feeling, deep in your bones, that you are part of a place? Now, while housing
affordability is clearly a good political issue if you are a candidate in an
election [as I am] it just didn’t resonate with my Club of Rome persona. So,
instead, you get stuck reading about belonging or rather, the lack thereof, as
expressed by peoples’ insane [to me] desire to constantly travel and find yet
another perfect view for their photo album collection. In the interest in ‘fairness’ I will admit
that this writing has no intention of being fair. I will simply propose to you
the following provocative statement:
Your need for constant travel is rooted in
a deep disconnection to the land and people where you live.
Now, to be clear, I am not
talking about travel to see a new baby, or a funeral or a business trip or a once
in decade tour of Paris or Machu Picchu. I am talking about the travel that is
a type of escape from yourself, a type of travel you, as the quote from Thoreau
shows, that is your substitute for the healthy self-examination best found in
the woods and hills of your backyard as you walk with your neighbour or sister
on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. This picture of mountain climbers near the
summit on Everest makes it clear: our insane need to “find ourselves” at the
far end of the globe is not dubious in terms of filling “that hole within” that
Thoreau refers to, but is clearly absurd when so many people are doing the same
thing as you. In effect, this ‘solution’ has created a new ‘problem’ – mass tourism
that destroys the very thing the tourist has come admire and enjoy.
Traffic
chokes the Hillary Step on May 19/2012. Some climbers spent 2 hrs waiting:
234
people reached the top on this day – 4 died.
Last month there was a new development:
three Western climbers were involved in a bloody brawl at 21,000ft with an
estimated 100 Sherpas. Ice picks were brandished, rocks thrown and the snow
stained with blood. Swiss climber Ueli Steck – one of the world’s celebrated
mountaineers – was hit in the face with a stone.
The fight broke out after
an altercation higher up the mountain, when the three climbers crossed paths with
a group of Sherpas laying ropes for wealthy clients, who will pay up to £50,000
for the trek. Angry queues and criss-crossed ropes are now a common sight. All
the evidence suggests that Everest is at risk of becoming a towering symbol of
human intrusion, rather than endurance. Hillary and Norgay famously declined to
say who reached the summit first in order to share the credit. Now people are
elbowing each other on their way to the top, often with scant regard for their
own safety and that of others. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/mounteverest/10082953/Everest-waiting-time-two-hours.html
Personally, I find this
insane. While I do not mean that all the individuals climbing are ‘nuts’; just
that a society where people have a need to do this kind of thing at such a mass
level is just not a sign of health. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not against
all travelling. I certainly did my share of traveling when young, which I think
is a GREAT way to mature and learn when young. However, like all youth in the
past, I did so with almost no money. That meant, while in France, sleeping at
youth hostels and eating baguettes and cheese on the front steps with a cheap
bottle of local red wine. Back then there were no crowds, as I biked from small
town to small town – because it was fun and all that I could afford. It’s
different now. People travel like crazy and demand comfort. In doing so, they
risk destroying the very beauty and culture they came to see. Here is a case in
point.
BAR HARBOR, Me. — Residents of
this scenic coastal town have struggled for the last several years with a
conundrum familiar to anyone living in a beautiful place that attracts
tourists: How do you maintain its essence when crowds threaten the very qualities
they come to enjoy? https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/31/us/bar-harbor-cruise-acadia.html
There are many
more examples of the above, but you get the idea. Here is another perspective.
There is much research these days that much of our unhappiness, that sadly
often become mental illness, stems from being alone – from not belonging.
Belonging is complex – but at its foundation is the sense that “I” and the
place I live, are one. Here is a quote from a book that I strongly recommend
reading – by Sebastian
Junger, Tribe:
On Homecoming and Belonging
In effect, humans
have dragged a body with a long hominid history into an overfed, malnourished,
sedentary, sunlight-deficient, sleep-deprived, competitive, inequitable, and
socially-isolating environment with dire consequences.
And in Alone Together by Sherri Turkle we hear
this commentary about our modern society:
“But when
technology engineers intimacy, relationships can be reduced to mere
connections. And then, easy connection becomes redefined as intimacy. Put
otherwise, cyberintimacies slide into cybersolitudes. And with constant
connection comes new anxieties of disconnection,”
As a final argument
for not traveling for the sake of mere titillation I remind you that the genius
of Dante, whose epic poem The Divine Comedy became the foundation for the
Italian language, was lit of fire when he was banished for life from his
beloved Florence – for him, to not live in Florence was a banishment into the
Hell he so vividly portrayed in this poem. And don’t forget that Socrates, a
foundation stone of Western Civilization, took poison rather than leave his
beloved Athens.
So, let’s be more like
Dorothy, who when she wanted to leave Oz and return home, had only to say:
There’s
no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home…